Unlikely Angel

Summary:  Jin's trip to the salon is quick and inspiring a little action that Hwoarang had missed down on the beach. The rest of the day's plans fly out the window as their baser urges are satiated.

Special Thanks:  As always to my dear friend Kat (who is also the best beta in the world!) You've stuck with me throughout this journey, and I appreciated your presence along each step.

Notes: Heee, I like this chapter. There are certain points in here that I'm really pleased with how it turned out. I'm fairly confident that I kept the boys in their 50/50 equality without making one more than the other.

I also like how the positions that they've taken (I had *no* say in it) turned out. I guess that means it's Hwoarang's turn next?


"Angel/Devil's words inside Hwoarang/Jin's head"
'Hwoarang/Jin's thoughts'


Chapter 34

The bike he’d found wasn’t what he was used to. It was a little better than a crotch rocket; big enough for two people, but nothing like the power Hwoarang was used to having between his thighs.

Well, what did he expect to find for rent on Yakushima – the island with one road and too many tourists that didn’t know how to handle a bike? He sailed along the streets, with Jin’s arms wrapped around his waist, and found his way to the little building where Inoue’s daughter ran her salon.

When he’d first found the place, he hadn’t known what to think. He’d been expecting something pink, something wild something… well, anything that would link her to the other eccentric women in her family. However, for all Hwoarang’s expectations, the walls were a soft green and violet (not bubblegum pink) that accented the warm white (not electric blue). There were the typical posters advertising different hair products at normal places along the walls and three stylist chairs lined up in front of three seemingly normal mirrors. Hwoarang kept his cool, but Jin’s confusion at the normalcy in that little space was written all over his face.

An attractive young woman greeted them, looking up from the reception counter and smiling widely. “Ah, hello again, Hwoarang. Jin, is it?” she looked towards the dark-haired fighter. “I don’t think we’ve ever really met properly, have we? I’m Kaede.” She bowed her head in greeting and Jin stiffly did the same.

Hwoarang laughed. “Not what you expected, eh, Jinny?” he elbowed the other man in the ribs as the woman turned to lead the way to one of the stylist chairs. Jin arched an eyebrow before sitting in the chair and letting her wrap a mossy-coloured plastic sheet around his neck. It extended down over his lap so he looked like a head floating on a sea of green. Hwoarang sat in a chair beside them, kicking his leg up against the counter and watching his lover out of the corner of his eye. The silence was deafening… to him, anyways.

“I’m glad you stopped by,” Kaede said after a long moment, seeming to choose her words carefully as she pulled a black comb from a jar of blue liquid. She seemed contented with that short, genuine statement and began wetting and combing out the dark hair.

“Hmmm,” Jin hummed, watching her through the mirror as she began parting his inky black mane.

Hwoarang looked from one to the other and back again as they seemed to settle into a comfortable silence that set him on edge. He thought he heard a radio playing from somewhere in the back room, but for the most part the clipping of the scissors was the loudest sound in there. For someone accustomed to always having background noise – rock music, the general buzz of the city, even the life-filled silence of Yakushima – he felt it was the most deafening thing he’d ever heard. “So, how come you two never met before?” he finally forced a question out to get someone talking. “It sounds like you two have lots in common…”

Jin looked sharply at him and Hwoarang grinned widely, knowing his sarcasm hadn’t been lost on the other man.

“Well, I was living with my father in Kagoshima when I was younger,” Kaede began. “I didn’t move back to the island until recently… and I like to keep to myself, anyways.” The snipping scissors echoed in the silence.

“Me too…” Jin relaxed into the chair.

Hwoarang wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes. “I’m going out for a smoke.”

The door closed quietly behind him and the Korean squinted in the bright sun, tucking a cigarette between his lips and lighting the end. He’d thought Jin and Kaede would have more to talk about, but he really shouldn’t have been surprised. It had been like pulling teeth to get her to talk while she’d worked on his hair. Now that he thought about it, he was surprised that she’d even had the bright red dye to touch up his roots. Maybe it had been accidentally sent to her and she’d been glad to get the bizarre colour out of her salon. He sucked in a deep breath, glaring at some tourist that was looking at him oddly from across the street. He could see the coloured strands of his own hair floating about just out of the corner of his eyes, dancing in the wind. He caught his reflection in the salon window and preened, running his fingers through his bright mane and flipping the ends about. It was so hard to keep the red colour in his hair for long, but he loved the way it looked right then. He licked his lips, tilting his head and admiring the way the fiery locks fell about his face. He knew Jin wasn’t the type to go for anything but a straight cut (and Kaede wasn’t the type to do anything more than one either) though he could fantasize about Jin stepping from the salon with strange cut or even a different colour running through his hair. He’d always liked redheads, Jin wouldn’t look half bad as one either, he mused.

The cigarette burned down as he leaned against the wall of the salon and waited. He absently pitched the smouldering filter to the ground and stepped on it just as the door to the salon chimed open and his amber eyes shot over to take in the sight of his lover emerging. Jin looked the same as he usually did, only with a significant amount of his raven tresses missing. The usual shock-back look was in place; verging on severe, save for the few strands of bangs that were arching out over his eyes. It was the same as usual, but damn did it look good. Not that he would come out and pay the other man a compliment, of course. “Hey, Kazama, we still have shit to do and we’ve gotta get our asses out the door early tomorrow to catch the ferry.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that we got to talking…”

“What, the conversation started when I left?” Hwoarang tilted his head. He didn’t believe whatever they’d exchanged constituted a conversation.

“Uh…” Jin brushed his hand through his hair, uncharacteristically looking down to scuff his feet. Something was off.

“What?” Hwoarang narrowed his eyes. He stepped closer to his lover, forcing him to look up into his eyes. “I didn’t leave you for that long. She didn’t make a pass at you, did she?”

Jin shook his head ardently, his black locks moving slightly and the Korean’s eyes caught sight of something different. Something definitely unnatural. Something blue.

“What’s this?” he asked, reaching out to grab his shoulder, pulling him in closer.

Jin tried to step around him, setting his back to the street and holding his hands up defensively. “I-it’s nothing. Just a little… colour…”

“You dyed your hair?” Hwoarang stared. “I had to twist her arm to dig out the red dye, and it’s like she had the blue waiting for you the moment I left!”

“Well, she thought it would contrast against yours…” he frowned. “It looks stupid, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck, Kazama,” Hwoarang licked his lips, eyeing the lightning-blue streak that just hinted from behind his lover’s dark tresses.

“I knew it, I’ll get her to cover it up,” Jin turned to walk back into the salon.

Hwoarang caught his arm as he did, pulling the other man to him.

“Hwoarang?” Jin breathed, his eyes darkening. “Not here…”

Hwoarang tightened his grip and almost purred. “Then let’s hurry back home.”

+++

The two men hurried back to the cabin, each showing incredible restraint in not pressing the other against any of the inviting trees or boulders on the way there.

Hwoarang hauled back to kick in the door to the cabin. Jin stopped him and opened it properly before grabbing his red haired lover and dragging him inside. The room beyond the threshold was dark compared to outside, though Hwoarang had no trouble turning the Japanese fighter around and pressing his back against the door. He held Jin tightly, pressing his arm against the man’s chest and pausing. He wanted to say something, but the only thing his mouth would do at that point was kiss the raven-haired man before him.

And Jin wanted the same as he hungrily pressed back against Hwoarang’s body. His strong hands roamed along the Korean’s broad chest and dug into his muscled shoulders. “I-I want this…” he nearly moaned once Hwoarang had broken the kiss to lick along his throat. “I want you, Hwoarang…” Jin tightened his grip and spun the redhead around, reversing their positions to pin Hwoarang to the door as he began his own passionate attack with kisses and groping hands.

Hwoarang let his head fall back against the aged wood of the door. The way that Jin was kissing him right then… the way that his own body was responding to his touch… had he really been wanting Jin that badly? He knew he could come easily if he let Jin continue the barrage of oral attacks and he barely choked back a moan when Jin pressed a knee between his legs. “K-Kazama,” he choked out as he grabbed hold of the other fighter’s arms, sinking heavily onto his thigh and grinding against the thickly muscled limb. He bowed his head forward, holding onto Jin as all the blood rushed from his brain to his thickening member and catching his breath was the most important thing at that moment.

Jin pressed his body forward and took Hwoarang’s chin in a firm grip. He leaned forward, bringing his face close, his dark eyes betraying the desire burning within him, and mirroring the same feeling within his rival. “I said I want you Hwoarang…” he took Hwoarang’s hand and dragged it across his body until he was forcing the Korean to dig his fingers into his tight ass.

It was all the invitation Hwoarang needed as he kneaded his rival’s solid globes. He reached around with his other hand and pulled him in tight against his form and spreading the muscled flesh to give the other man a taste of what was to come.

After a few minutes, the redhead pressed the other man away, stepping forward with awkward steps as he managed to remove both his and his rival’s shirts before they tumbled to Jin’s bed. The frame remained solid as the two fighters tumbled into the mass of blankets and futon mattress, only groaning as they rolled about, scrambling to relieve themselves of their pants and other garments.

“Jinny,” Hwoarang teased, pressing his chest against the other’s naked back. “I win.”

“What do you mean?” Jin frowned as he struggled to pull his underwear off without falling over.

“I got naked first.”

“Congratulations,” Jin huffed, struggling to pull his boxers past his knees.

“Well, shouldn’t I get a prize or something?” the redhead asked, trying to fight the growing lust to sound challenging.

Jin’s eyes darkened as he looked over at the Korean, seeming just then to realize what the other man had said. He looked down to his own straining erection before looking away. “O-okay,” he muttered.

“You can’t get bashful on me now, Kazama,” Hwoarang laughed as he reached down to stroke his own dick. “Not after our little training session the other day…”

Jin heaved a breath and looked up at the other man with dark, lusty eyes. A small smile seemed to grace his features before he nodded and bowed.

Hwoarang watched as what started as a humble bow became so much more when Jin didn’t rise again. He remained bowed over, propping himself up on his elbows and taking Hwoarang’s erection with both hands. The redhead gasped, quickly withdrawing his hands from the shaft and allowing Jin to feel its insistent throbbing against his fingertips. He closed his eyes, feeling Jin tentatively squeeze the flesh before he breathed heavily across the tip, spreading the precome that had gathered there. The faint sensations were sheer torture, though Hwoarang held back and allowed his rival to begin his seductive performance, the worship of his sex with hands and mouth. He hummed approvingly in the back of his throat as he felt Jin’s tongue teasing the underside of his head. That sound turned into an ineloquent grunt when Jin parted his lips and drove the head of Hwoarang’s cock as far into his mouth as he could.

“J-Jin!” Hwoarang choked, his hands digging into the raven-blue tresses of his rival. “G-Go-God, fuck, please don’t stop!” he ground his hips forward, nearly laughing in delirious splendour as Jin wrapped his lips around his erection and sucked back hard. “Y-you’ve done this before?” he gasped, calling on all his experience to prolong the act for as long as he could. If he simply lied back and enjoyed himself, he knew he’d come in a minute.

Shit… he couldn’t let that happen… but Jin was so hot… fuck… He rolled his hips, wantonly choking on any expletives that were stuck in the back of his throat. The way that Jin’s tongue was working the underside of his cock head, and the way that his teeth scraped… shit, those teeth! “K-Kazama…” he warned, rolling his hips and driving his shaft far into the raven-haired man’s mouth. “Jin, I’m gonna come…” he released his grip on the other man’s head. It was all he could do to give Jin time to pull away as that throbbing, tightening feeling gripped his balls and he was acutely aware of the electricity storming within him.

Hwoarang clenched his fists by his sides, screwing his eyes shut as that feeling rushed up on him like a tidal wave.

Jin only grabbed his hips and pulled Hwoarang upwards, driving that cock as far down his throat as he could manage.

Hwoarang gasped, his eyes shooting open and all he could see was white. Blissful white. “Fuckfuckfucking GOD!” Hwoarang’s mouth didn’t stop as he moaned any variation of ‘God’ he could think of, mixing it with a plethora of expletives to taste. He ground his hips forward into Jin’s mouth until the fighter had finished choking on his essence and his orgasm subsided. He withdrew his cock from the other man’s mouth and stooped to kneel before him, facing Jin and seeing the liquid evidence of his release glistening on the edges of his smile. He reached up to brush Jin’s lip with his thumb before kissing him deeply and tasting himself.

When he pulled back, he wanted to say something, but nothing really seemed right as thanks. Jin’s stare bore into him, the desire still burning in his dark eyes and Hwoarang felt a pang of excitement trace along his spine again. Oh fuck, he couldn’t go again…

Jin’s mouth quirked up into a playful smile and he suddenly grabbed Hwoarang’s hips, maneuvering him around on the bed until the Korean was lying back and he was the one bearing down on top of him.

Amber eyes traveled along Jin’s sculpted abs, further down to the trail of hair that led to the thick cock that was bobbing from between his legs. Hwoarang smirked and looked back up to his lover, spreading his legs invitingly as he did. He watched the other man through half-closed eyes as he raised his arms to prop up his head and waited to see how Jin would take control of the situation. He’d already come, there weren’t many options for him at that moment.

Judging from the way that Jin’s body shuddered and heaved before him, Hwoarang guessed that Jin wouldn’t last much longer either. “C’mon, Kazama,” he purred watching as Jin crawled between his legs. Their cocks slid together, though only a moan escaped the dark-haired man’s lips. His arms shook with the strain and Hwoarang raised his foot up to press against his shoulder, giving him the access he needed to prepare himself.

“I don’t think we have time for much more foreplay,” Hwoarang panted as he pressed a finger into the opening between his legs. He could feel the twinges of renewal beginning to churn within his abdomen. He winced as he tried to push a second finger inside, hurrying the process and increasing his discomfort. He paused, seeing Jin lean over him and felt his fingers digging into his ass cheeks to pull them further apart. The feeling sent a pang of renewed desire coursing through him, but that was multiplied when he heard, saw, felt Jin spit onto his tight pucker.

“Jin…” Hwoarang ground his teeth and mewled as the dark-haired fighter added a thick glob of spit to the fingers inside his ass, easing their passage inside. The redhead looked up at his lover, shocked as he met his gaze and Jin seemed to bow his head. Hwoarang moaned, hastening the movements of his hand between his legs and mindlessly bracing a foot on Jin’s shoulder. Fuck it. He grabbed his cock, stroking it in time with his movements until he laid back, withdrew his fingers from his entrance and fixed Jin with a look that told him what to do.

Jin didn’t need to be told. The moment Hwoarang’s fingers left, his own took their place, only they were slicked with something far smoother than spit, and Hwoarang bit into his fist when he felt Jin easily slide two fingers in as far as they’d go. “D-damnit,” he tried to hold back the sounds. His hand continued its work on his cock, stroking upwards, flicking outwards on the uptake and slamming back against his balls as Jin added a third finger to his stretched entrance before withdrawing completely.

Hwoarang stilled his hand’s movement and lifted his head to watch his lover’s next move. He propped himself up on his elbows, committing what he saw to memory. It was probably the first and only time that he’d see Jin stroking his own dick with such abandon. His head was tossed back, his dark hair staying firmly in place, save for the flash of blue that peeked out from beneath the shadowed tresses. His hand was fisted tightly around his shaft of flesh, slick and glistening with whatever oil he’d been using to prepare Hwoarang. His hips pumped forward in time to his thrust; short, gasping movements that burned into Hwoarang’s mind and he crawled up to place his hand atop of Jin’s.

Jin’s eyes drifted open and he stared at Hwoarang through the haze of sweat that had engulfed them.

“How’s your stamina, Kazama?” Hwoarang asked in a husky and challenging voice.

“It’s the best,” Jin purred, pushing Hwoarang back and climbing over top of him.

The redhead cocked a wry smile as he raised his legs to wrap around Jin’s waist. “Good, because I don’t want you coming before I do…” he clenched his jaw as Jin began to move against him, pressing his arousal to the Korean’s entrance. It had been a while, and Hwoarang knew it would hurt at first. He was glad that Jin moved slowly, guiding the tip of his erection beyond the tight ring of muscle before pausing. Hwoarang let out a shaky breath, trying to calm his racing heart and focus on relaxing the muscles of his asshole.

Jin leaned over top of him, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of Hwoarang’s head and waited. After a few moments, Hwoarang caught his breath and looked up into the dark eyes of the man above him. Without a word he nodded and Jin pressed his hips forward, slowly inching inside at an agonizingly slow pace, but it was the right speed for the both of them. Once their hips pressed together and they had truly joined, Jin paused again. Hwoarang could feel him shaking with restraint and knew all-too well what he was feeling at that point. He’d been in Jin’s position many times before, and the feeling of having someone’s tight ass gripping his cock was more than he could stand. He had to admire Jin’s control.

“What were you saying?” Jin asked as he pulled back to begin the fun part.

“That I don’t want you coming before I do, Kazama. Think you can handle that?” Hwoarang felt his asshole gripping the thick invader as it withdrew, sending shocks through his lower half and solidifying his own thick cock.

Jin hovered dangerously close to Hwoarang as he moved, continuing his thrusting until he built up a slow, addictive rhythm as he looked thoughtfully into the redhead’s eyes. “I’ll make you come first…” he whispered, blushing deeply as he said it.

“Is that a challen-?!” Hwoarang began on his instinctive banter, but Jin cut him off with a forceful kiss that pressed him back into the pillow. His mouth was insistent, parting the redhead’s lips and overwhelming his mouth with his agile tongue. Hwoarang dug his fingers into the mattress, grabbing for some purchase as their pace increased, suddenly moving at a speed that matched the way that Jin’s tongue was fucking his mouth.

Damnit, where did he learn to kiss like that?

Hwoarang tried to fight back with his mouth and body; tightly wrapping his legs around Jin’s waist and clenching his ass around the invading organ. He grunted in victory when he felt Jin’s tongue falter within his mouth. He pressed his advantage, pushing the battle of tongues into Jin’s mouth, pressing his rival’s slick muscle down, hard and deep within his oral cavity. He matched the rhythm of Jin’s hips that never seemed to falter, even as they sped up the incline, racing towards the pinnacle of their release.

Hwoarang’s dick was thick and ready, trapped between their thrusting bodies, pressed against his own washboard abs and grated against Jin’s perfect body. His hands flew to claw at Jin’s back, his short nails digging into the skin there and cutting lightly as he felt the familiar buzz of impending release thrumming through his body. He held onto Jin’s shoulders, pulling himself up and trying to buck down and meet each upward thrust with equal ferocity. His hands slipped on other the man’s slick shoulders and he dug in, breaking the kiss and tossing his head back as the waves of his second release washed over him.

His entire body clenched down and relaxed at the same time, he felt light and happy and for a few moments, he even forgot his name. Through the blissfully white waves of oblivion he could only see Jin. The other man was still thrusting into his shuddering body. Hwoarang’s eyes rolled back in his head, teetering off from one of the best orgasms in his life and he barely had the wherewithal to grab Jin’s ass and pull him in harder.

Jin’s face was a mask of concentration; his eyes were closed, his mouth pursed in a thin line of single-minded purpose. Hwoarang pressed his hands against Jin’s cheeks, gently rubbing along the sharp cheekbones with his thumbs. The gentle action caught Jin’s attention and he looked down into Hwoarang’s amber eyes, his own betraying his utter need to find his release, though his expression was schooled to show no emotion. He had utter control over his body, but at that moment, he needed to let go.

Hwoarang grunted, “Hey, it’s okay, Jin.” He licked his lips, drinking in the sight of Jin above him; he didn’t want to miss a thing. “Come for me.”

Jin’s eyes went wide for a moment. “I-I’ll…”

“Come for me, Jin… now!”

Jin dropped to his elbows and a shudder spread throughout his sweat-slicked body. Hwoarang held onto him, feeling the throb of release warm him from the inside. Jin’s mouth latched onto his collarbone, his teeth digging in as he tried to suppress the growl of release that burned in his lungs. Hwoarang tightened around Jin, milking his lover for all he was worth until he stopped moving and finally collapsed against the Korean. He released his bite on Hwoarang’s neck, resting his cheek against his shoulder. “T-th… that…” Jin tried talking, though his chest heaved to catch his breath.

“Was amazing?” Hwoarang offered. “Fuck, Jin. That was incredible!” He huffed out a breath and wrapped an arm around Jin’s shoulders, pressing their bodies tightly together.

“Next time…” Jin laughed tiredly and lifted himself up to look down at the Korean, his eyes focusing on a spot just around Hwoarang’s neck.

“There will definitely be a next time, Kazama,” Hwoarang hummed.

“At the tournament, then,” Jin yawned and fingered the bruise on his shoulder.

Hwoarang followed the movement and felt his pride swell when he saw the bite mark that he’d made the first time they’d fooled around. He knew that Jin had been embarrassed for people to see it at the hot springs, but he thought it was fucking hot. A mark that said Jin was involved with him.

Jin reached down to touch a spot on Hwoarang’s collar that was feeling tender before leaning forward and lightly kissing him. “I’m going to sleep; you tired me out, ‘Rang.”

Hwoarang tried to look down at the spot in question, feeling his heart skip when he realized that he’d been marked as well. He didn’t say anything and simply watched as his Japanese lover withdrew from his body and rolled over to find a comfortable place to sleep. Jin wasn’t pushing him out of his bed that night and Hwoarang claimed that as a small victory as he settled down to try and get some sleep. He eyed the blankets on the ground with a satisfied grunt before rolling over and pressing his back against Jin. For some reason he was feeling exhausted, even though he’d taken the bottom position that time. As long as they were up and at the ferry in time the next morning, he wouldn’t worry about anything else. Things had been interesting since he’d arrived in Yakushima, though he’d be glad to get back to the city and civilization.

The King of Iron Fist Tournament would be interesting with Jin as his date. He just hoped that Angel and Devil stayed the fuck out of their way so they could fight with their own power or, at the very least, that nothing too bizarre happened to them.

He yawned, he had a feeling that a simple fight would be too much to ask for this time.

Somewhere in his consciousness, Angel agreed with him.

~End Chapter Thirty-Four~